Atmosphere Until The Nipple's Gone lyrics

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[Slug]Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wallStare at the stars, blink and they fallStand tall and shrink, smallMaybe they all fell asleep at the mallY'all not clear what to call a careerStop the bus, I'm hopping off hereGet down, snuck and got nearJust to watch you drown in them crocodile tearsDressed up all black with a clown maskShred the system, sound clashFall back when my feet touch groundHit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at?Self-service, getting it to goA lot of work for a little bit of doughWipe the dirt out the window of the soulFish with my pole from the middle of the snowStill running, bound to build somethingEven though we all surrounding by hills crumblingLil young'n, we kill assumptionCome hit us up, you wanna feel the function?We proof of what you could doif you would have took the lead to speak truthYou look cute little sheep in a wolf suitLost on a rook move, shootthat sense of direction, misconceptionGet your check and then skip the lessonGet paranoid and collect protectionGet destroyed by the boy just stepped inAin't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracksNowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's assHit the gas and mash past the trashI wouldn't want it any other way and that's thatOn this tit till it's going flatWhen I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracksMy crew stay deep and we don't relaxAin't going to sleep, too old for napsThey say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cashWell ring the bell, there ain't no more classPot or smack, but don't know the factsSpot is packed, who owns the map?I'm not convinced, y'all overactYou're on the bench tryna choke the batI headline shows that they hoping thatI get mine, they can go cloak and dag'You had the chance to hold me backI still advance, fade slow to blackY'all are just ants till it all collapsePut both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of cricketsand that's ordinary normal businessAnd you trying to ignore the visitBut your girl's online bout to score some ticketsI was born a crumb, I'm a poor decisionI'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's writtenBut first I'ma smash over ornamentsand then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinionWe all rapper rappersWe all wanna capture stature like any of it mattersAss backwards and a lack of wordsOnly thing that you're killing me with is laughterThey used to cap and call me a backpackerBut they was mad I had my mack masteredWent up the ladder and I seen the antsSo now I treat each track like it's the last chapterCan't take it for granted, cause when it's doneI gotta subject my breath to the shit I've runGotta respect the mess I'm sitting onSo let's get it on until the nipple's gone

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